How many lonely feelings do you know?
How many colors would you assign to death?
How long can you stand without being lonely?
How many birds would you count out loud that are hit by a car?
How long can you stand running barefoot?
How long can you hold your finger on fire?
How can you be lonely and yet
How many lonely feelings have you had?


I am not alone
I am not lonely?

I am not alone
Because i know that you read me
I am not lonely
Because you see me
I am not any of those senses
When Napoleon Bonaparte already occupied the rest of my body
I have green kids and yet
You are still blue?
Calling for blues?
Just tell me how many lonely moments did you have?
How many blue notes were you able to play for yourself?
Not for a skirt?
Not for a vagina?
But to all your blue eyes
That sees everything
That cries for everything
That judges everything
Approxiamately when are you going to look
back with them?
And tell
the lonely moments you had
The colors of the death
the unbearable feelings which made you cry
all the birds that you picked up behind the cars
the wounds under your barefoot
the flaslights inside the fire beneath your skin

How can you be lonely and yet
How many lonely feelings have you had?